A Dangerous Path: Doctor Who

Chapter 2

"Doctor What?" Alixandria frowned.

"The Doctor," he confirmed.

"Which doctor?" She tried again.

The man laughed. "I'm not a Witch Doctor!" Alixandria shook her head.

"Just go through everything," she prompted.

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"I'm a Time lord," he started. "And I need your help."

"That's it? That's everything?"

"Everything you need to know now. I'll explain everything in good time. Probably when we're in the TARDIS..." His voice drifted off and Alixandria shook her head again.

"Why...why do you need my help?" Her eyes narrowed.

"I need you to, as you stoners would say, hook me up." Alixandria looked up at him immediately to see he was beaming widely.

"That almost lowered my IQ, if that's even possible..."

The Doctor thought for a moment. "It's not."

"Tell me something I don't know," Alixandria muttered rather darkly.

"All in good time," the Doctor took her literally. "But come on. Take a small bag or something. We need to get to the TARDIS."

"Okay," Alixandria said. The Doctor gave her a strange look. "What?" Alixandria snapped.

"Don't you want to know what the TARDIS is?" He almost seemed like he was pouting.

"Well, not really, no. I'm really high right now, or I've taken some strange combination of sleeping pills and heroin. I just hope that tomorrow, I'll be in the company of some nice country folk," she smiled.

"You're going to be in for a surprise," the Doctor sighed.

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Alixandria packed the worst things ever. A pair of jeans. Gum. A sweatshirt. A pillow-pet. A pocketknife. An old journal. And, of course, her iPod and charger as well as earbuds. The Doctor was rushing her, saying they needed to go. Alixandria didn't really know what was going on, but it all seemed pretty legit. For a moment or two, Alixandria had, in fact, wondered if this man was just going to stuff her in a creepy old white van that smelled like old gyoza and drive off. Had that been the case, she would have stabbed him, thrown his body out, and drove off to...somewhere.

That worry was erased when the Doctor ushered her out to the backyard. A strong wind had kicked up, blowing the surrounding trees. The gusts whistled and blew leaves and debris about. Lightning flashed, though no thunder was produced. On the patio in the backyard, the furniture had been knocked over. Alixandria stopped abruptly when she saw an old Police Box from the 1960's, resting on the lawn.

"Oi!" She called, started to storm (no pun intended) up to the Doctor. He turned around to look at her. "What is this?" Alixandria gestured to the Box.

"Huh?!" The Doctor yelled, and the wind was too loud. Alixandria's dark brown hair flew about her face. The Doctor shook his head, during which Alixandria noticed the stalks of aluminium foil protruding from his helmet were shaking. "Never mind!" He yelled. The Doctor led them to the door of the box. Reaching into the deep pockets of his slacks, he pulled out a key, not unlike Alixandria's house key. He put it into the lock and pulled the door open. Alixandria frowned deeply. This man is absolutely mad! She thought. The Doctor stepped aside, as if to let her in.

"Are you insane?!" She yelled over the violent gusts of wind.

"Just get in!" He shouted. Alixandria took a step back, shaking her head. "For goodness sake!" The Doctor growled exasperatedly. He reached over and grabbed her waist. "Get! In!" He, quite literally, threw her in the Police Box. Shutting the door, and all of the havoc of the outside, he sighed. As soon as the Doctor turned around, he was hit right upside the head. The blow, not only painful, but surprising, knocked him to the ground. "Hey!" He protested.

"Don't 'hey' me!" Alixandria sneered. She stood menacingly, wielding the almighty quad-ruled, black and white, 10"x7 7/8"composition book over her shoulder.

"Did you just hit me with a composition book?" He frowned, though he was amused.

"I'll do it again," Alixandria's voice was filled with malice. "Now. I'd like some answers-"

"And I'm willing to give them to you, now help me up and we can get this show on the road," the Doctor sighed once again. Slowly, Alixandria lowered her weapon of mass destruction and not-so epic proportions. She extended her hand and the Doctor clasped it. With a fluid jerk (yes, that's possible. This is a Doctor Who fanfiction-anything is possible *rainbow flies across the sky*) of her shoulder, Alixandria pulled him up. "Is my cheek swollen?" He pouted, running slender fingers over his cheekbones.

"No, but it's a little red..." Alixandria eyed it. "Sorry..." She apologised reluctantly.

The Doctor started walking, Alixandria trailing him. "S'fine. It's not the first time."

"And it sure won't be the last," Alixandria said rather proudly.

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The Doctor led Alixandria to some sort of control room. It was quite strange and unorganised.

"What is this?" Alixandria mused.

"The nucleus of my beautiful little cell here," The Doctor doted as he went to work on some sort of other worldly technology.

"This is just a wee bit strange," Alixandrha said. "Just a little."

"Tell me something I don't know," The Doctor sighed boredly.

"You're an idiot."

"I knew that," he rolled his eyes.

"I want to punch you in the face," Alixandria shrugged.

"I do as well."

She beamed. "You want to punch yourself in the face?"

The Doctor looked back at her. "Once in a blue moon." The blonde man turned to look at her. "So Alixandria. Do you have a nickname?"

"No, why?" She frowned.

"Because saying 'Alixandria' makes me feel like I've got peanut butter on the roof of my mouth," distastefully, the Doctor shook his tongue. "So I'm going to make you a nickname!" He declared. "What do you think of Lix?"

"I will hit you again if you ever call me that," Alixandria warned monotonously.

"Right. How about Ixan?"

"What happened to just Alex?" She pointed out.

"That is the strangest name I've ever heard of. How do you even get Alex from Alixandria? Ixan is the way to go here," he nodded. "And now for your official tour of the TARDIS. But not all of it."

"And why not?"

"Because I've never seen all of it," the Doctor muttered, beginning to walk away. There was a slight jerk, making the cords on the walls sway. The disturbance caused a slight harmony of alarms and beeps from the machinery.

"Great! We've taken off!" The Doctor clasped his hands together.

"To where?" Alixandria asked, worried.

"Time, space, and the American 1700s."

A/n

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